If There Ever Comes A Day When

And How Are You?" Said Winnie-the-pooh. Eeyore Shook His Head From Side To Side. "not Very How," He Said. "i Don't Seem To Have Felt At All How For A Long Time." "dear, Dear," Said Pooh, "i'm Sorry About That. Let's Have A Look At You.

The Old Testament Is Responsible For More Atheism, Agnosticism, Disbelief - Call It What You Will - Than Any Book Ever Written; It Has Emptied More Churches Than All The Counterattractions Of Cinema, Motor Bicycle And Golf Course.

When You Are A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And You Think Of Things, You Find Sometimes That A Thing Which Seemed Very Thingish Inside You Is Quite Different When It Gets Out Into The Open And Has Other People Looking At It.

But [pooh] Couldn't Sleep. The More He Tried To Sleep The More He Couldn't. He Tried Counting Sheep, Which Is Sometimes A Good Way Of Getting To Sleep, And, As That Was No Good, He Tried Counting Heffalumps. And That Was Worse. Because Every Heffalump That He Counted Was Making Straight For A Pot Of Pooh's Honey, And Eating It All. For Some Minutes He Lay There Miserably, But When The Five Hundred And Eighty-seventh Heffalump Was Licking Its Jaws, And Saying To Itself, "very Good Honey This, I Don't Know When I've Tasted Better," Pooh Could Bear It No Longer.

It's Snowing Still," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "so It Is." "and Freezing." "is It?" "yes," Said Eeyore. "however," He Said, Brightening Up A Little, "we Haven't Had An Earthquake Lately.